Paris ft
Public enemy Make It
Hardcore lyrics
Make It Hardcore
Aint that a bitch, I heard somebody think
Rap is dead cause people runnin outta shit to say
so ridiculous it's so absurd
I was almost at a loss for words, then I start to serve
Off the line of the
Enemy's mind
Back in
2005, Droppin' Hammers without the
Time
Bring the ruckus from the booth to the hood,
Motherfucka, cause it ain't all good, now I wish they would
Get your vest on, we rain on
Babylon,
the anti-Fox news, anti-pop original crew
It's Public Enemy policin' the beast
Until we rise it'll never be
peace, I put that on
Jesus
Back with vocals, no wack shit, no blurry focus
No gimmick tracks, just hard truth and rough raps
Plus that, gear to keep 'em fearin a crime
Making sure brothers knowin the time, that's why ain't no smilin'
See the
Army as they snatchin us up
Yeah - at your high school, promisin what?
Better recognize the bling of the murder machine
that's why it's meaning in the words when we serve and ask you to think
Who the whores that in bed with the
Source
Who the ones pimp us all, sellin' death from Murderdog
the imagery is deadly so what the fuck
Interscope'll better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus
Like Nas said, it's a coon
parade
Yeah, bitch niggas goin' out all day
We pullin' guns on Uncles
Toms and bomb on Viacom, it's on
long as needed, we compete and keep keepin' it strong
Ain't no Comic in my
View
As long as they sell the black out,
I'll grip my shit and blow ya back out
We act out, cause you know we reppin' the cause
Still a rebel never needin' a pause, I check drawers, no balls
Chorus:
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
Ridin' with a soldier,
Hard Truth Soldiers in the game
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Keep the record rollin', ain't nobody colder when we raid
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Hard Truth
Soldier, ridin' with a soldier in the game
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Keep the record rollin', can't nobody hold the spot we claim
Soul Survivors, now tell me who could bring it liver
It's PE still beatin' the beast
In this game of late-comers fake friends and flakes
And grown men acting like teenagers, we raising the stakes
What you know about, words I throw around
When I say it loud, better know that I'm black and I'm proud
This is what I mean an anti-nigga machine
Take a look around and see the way they keepin' the realest from reachin'
But I bet you'll never here it again, naw
Clearchannel never hear it again, it never
Fit into the corporate plan of attack
They genocidal practices only givin us murder on wax
Keep us terrorfied, music sterilized
Back the lies of the homicide and smile while
life imitates what we make they all
makin' money off the African's fall, that's why I'm callin on us
Chorus:
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
Ridin' with a soldier, Hard Truth Soldiers in the game
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Keep the record rollin', ain't nobody colder when we raid
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Hard Truth Soldier, ridin' with a soldier in the game
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Keep the record rollin', can't nobody hold the spot we claim
It takes a nation of millions that's fearin the black
when we bum rush the show the enemy strike back
with more game than the music in our message attract
Revolverlution and
Rebirth'll keep the music intact
Fuck that, bust back on they criminal ways
No compassion in they action for the son of a slave
Now the church used to hurt us, make somebody behave
Like this devil up in office really worship and pray
Like God speaks to him and he does what he wants
But you know they'll steal the vote if anybody gets smart
The real sin is the dilemna when the people support,
The death penalty but call abortion murder for sport
For the fake patriot, ain't no questions asked
Especially when the babies kill each other for gas
Known to blast on a menace that don't even exist
Set up puppet governments for the rich to get richer
Mo' money for them hoods, but the hood's in pain
When the schools close, cause they say no money remains
Still undereducated makin' minimum wage
Got the Wal-Mart making new century slaves
Who's crazy? I can see through the disguise
See, through the media's propaganda and lies
See a nation full of sheep still simple and blind
So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do
Chorus:
Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
Ridin' with a soldier, Hard Truth Soldiers in the game
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Keep the record rollin', ain't nobody colder when we raid
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Hard Truth Soldier, ridin' with a soldier in the game
Whatever it takes to make it harcore
Keep the record rollin', can't nobody hold the spot we claim
- published: 07 Mar 2011
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